Look up look up, and weep not so,
Thy darling is not dead;
Her sinless soul has entered now
Yon sky's empurpled bed ;
Her spirit drinks new life and light,
'Mid bowers of endless bloom;
It is but perishable stuff
That moulders in the tomb.
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Showing posts with label look up mid her sky weep not bed moulders tomb thy dead stuff now it is bowers bloom entered now drink darling life light but stuff. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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